I’ll finish this glass of milk that I have and let’s call it a day. Hope I forgot that Hiroshima Bombing and instead I’ll dream of my crush who looks like this guy:
You adorable boy in a beanie with curls. But my crush in school has a shorter hair than this guy, and I don’t know if he dances. Oh well. Life’s good. Milk’s half-empty. Gotta sleep in a little while. Good night, world!